Sleeping under bridges
Cardboard boxes filled with grime
Haunted visions all the time
Drugged up people in despair
Why is it that we don't care?
Passers by walking away at such speed
Not stopping to help or sharing their time
Retreating when faced with the obnoxious grime
Lost lonely people broken apart
Why is we can't just show heart?
Sitting in doorways
Blankets so dirty and worn
Passers by looking at them with scorn
Homeless people so lost in despair
A pity that nobody passing can care
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deeply and truly envisioned. Nice depiction.........10